I hate Ghosts. They always mess things up.

I was at the hotel on West 57 with Annabeth and Thalia when I spotted it. We were celebrating our victory against Kronos when I spotted a pale translucent ghost, but he was tall and buff with pale green eyes and shaven black hair, he was wearing only a white tunic, I saw something like a bloodstain near his ankle, and something sticking out of it. Floating through the streets, he looked pretty confused. I looked out the window and thought, it's probably just a random evil undead spirit walking through the densely populated Manhattan, but something about the ghost seems familiar like I have seen it before…

"Percy!"

I turned around and saw Annabeth shaking my shoulder, "What's so interesting out there?" Thalia asked, grinning. Annabeth frowned towards my direction.

"What!" I asked, but she seemed to be looking behind me towards the bustling streets of New York.

"Nothing… It's just… Nothing, it is probably not what I think it is,"

"Well, what do you think it is?"

"Anyway," she said, a smile returning to her face, "Why don't we talk about the dangerous adventure we've had, I've bet your blueberry ice cream on it,"

"What!"

Thalia grinned wider at me, "Your ice cream is at stake, Jackson."

We spent the rest of the day talking at my place, sipping my blue soda and hand wrestling (which I am terrible at).

That night, when I was lying on my bed when I was the ghost again, I tried to think of the robust ghost's name, but I was too exhausted, so I fell asleep, and as usual, my dreams came to haunt me.

I appeared over the great gleaming white walls of a large seaside city, with a peculiar light red-colored beach. Looking forward, I saw the ocean, which stretched on forever. I also noticed small dots on the shore, as I flew closer, I realized they were soldiers. There were two armies, each with thousands of thousands of men, but the weird thing was, the two armies were sitting down, their weapons by their sides. Between the two armies, were two men, each looked like mortal Ares's. They were both wearing beautifully made armor, glinting in the harsh sunlight. Their arms were really muscular, their sturdy legs propelling them forward as they charged each other again and again. One of them looked exactly like the ghost I saw in the streets, he had the upper hand, he had long blonde hair and deathly determination in his eyes. Meanwhile, the other warrior had curly black hair, and a beard, he had a long sword cut across his chest, as he tried to parry the blonde's strikes, I could tell he was losing, I tried to yell, "RUN!" But my voice would not work. He looked like he knew he was going to lose this fight. As the blonde slashed and stabbed, the other guy tripped on a rock and fell. His sword skidded away, out of his hands. I could see the fear in his eyes, and apparently the blonde could too. He yelled towards the crowd on the city walls, "BEHOLD, THE MIGHTY HECTOR, I SEE THAT YOU HAVE FOUGHT WELL, BUT THAT WAS SIMPLY NOT ENOUGH," He grabbed his sword with both hands, raised the weapon, and yelled, "FOR PATROCLUS!"

The scene changed as the sword was brought down. Suddenly, I was teleported to Olympus, in front of me was the god on my "Least Favorite Gods (or LFG)" list. Ares, the god of war, who was the father of many of the worst bullies at Camp-Half Blood.

"What do you want," I growled, clenching my fists.

"Watch your language, punk," Ares replied, but then, his expression softened just a little.

"I need your help." He said, and my jaws dropped.

"You?!" I spat the words out with distaste.

"Look, kid, I would love to beat you to a pulp on a regular basis, but this is serious."

"Oh, so you're saying after letting me get bullied by your own kids for five years, and trying to kill me every time I see you, I should help you? Why?"

"Listen, kid, I need your help because you are the only that can do it,"

"Well, why don't you get one of your own kids to do it?"

"Because they can't! Apparently, you needed someone who descended from Poseidon to find it," He screamed, "did you not notice some of them go on the secret mission last year?"

"I thought the secret missions Clarisse went on were for exploring the labyrinth,"

"She did explore the labyrinth, punk, but what she is really did was explore Camp Hero State Park,"

"What? Isn't that right next to the camp? Why was she there?"

"'Cause, Camp Hero State Park is actually Troy, kid, and that ghost you saw, that was Achilles, the most famous greek warrior of all time. His Armour is lost, and I need you to find it."